The Wistful Silence

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The train groaned against the iron track, a metallic shriek that cut through the humid air of the valley, carrying Elias Thorne northward toward the capital where the smog hung low and thick as a funeral shroud. He sat alone in the second-class carriage, his knees pressed tightly together, clutching a leather satchel that felt heavier than it had at the station, a physical manifestation of the...

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